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Brothers Four The The Fox

-o John, John the grey goose is gone And the fox is on the town-o John, John the grey goose is gone And the fox is on the town-o Well, the fox he came

But I will, wet niggaz and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo

Fear in the air what appears is the border A nigga named, Stef, was shootin' up meth With some coke, had a stroke, so I chilled for his death Time has arrived, four

And your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish." [Cynthia Fox:] "Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports Forty under the console giggle stick ling cod Twenty-three purple perches Four

I'll let my homies spark ya We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker This is family, don't ever cross my brother Like Big Worm, ***** rather

, I'm the one you let speak I collect crops and props like spinach I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch My soul brother Van Paul and Pete Rock

Glass of milk Standing in between extinction in the cold And explosive radiating growth So the warm blood flows Through the large four-chambered heart

But I will, wet niggas and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox

But I will, wet niggas and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around your corner, in a Lincoln four do' A fox photo